Where did I park?

We are all squeezed and tested in this life. This morning I dashed down to Boston to give some support to my friend/prayer partner who has a daughter fighting a serious illness in the hospital. I did so bravely, choosing to ignore the voice that reminded me that panic attacks usually set in while driving in downtown Boston! I don't even have to be the driver- just the passenger and it makes me sick! So confusing to navigate that city! Sure enough, I missed the exit and ended up downtown near Faniual Hall. I quickly pulled into a parking garage since the panic was arising and decided to just park the truck and take a cab to the hospital. My cabby had a thick accent and after calming down and choosing to have a better attitude and be strong for my friend, I asked "how are you today?" The cabby just grunted something I couldn't understand so I just rode quietly to the hospital. I wasn't there long, and after calling Christofer 8 times with NO answer he finally answered and I explained my predicament. I was looking for some sympathy but got the typical problem solving response and he tried to reassure me that I would be able to find my way back to the highway once I left the garage. So I hopped back in another cab and asked for "the parking garage near Fanuial Hall." Which one? ~ the cabby wanted to know........ uh oh- there's more than one?? I said the "brick one."
So I walked around that lot for close to an hour looking for the truck. Then I tried the garage across the street for another hour! Then a security guard drove me around on a golf cart looking for the truck! Nothing! Then I tried to explain the route I took and how I ended up in the garage and an employee said "there's another garage 2 blocks away- try that." An employee with the thickest accent yet of the day walked with me to the other garage. He explained that he was from Ethiopia, but pronounced it "utopia." I gave him 5 dollars for helping me and told him I'm glad he is in America. I found my truck in the 3rd garage I tried. Driving out of the city actually wasn't that bad~ there was good signage back to the highway. But then halfway home I suddenly felt very sick to my stomach, like diareah! I almost pulled over on the highway and ran into the woods! Thank GOD I made it to an exit/gas station. Oh my, I'm thankful I live in America where you can find a bathroom. If it was India, well, who knows.......
Anyway, I thank Chris for dropping everything and watching the babies to allow me to be there for my friend. I thank all the souls that got me around the city. I'm thankful for the answered prayer we have seen in my friend's daughter already and that she will continue to heal. I was squeezed in a stressful situation. Chris was squeezed with screaming babies. Now they are asleep and all peaceful. Time to pray for Bre again............